she_osprey

[COMPLETED || WARNING: MATURE CONTENT 21+ // this is the only warning for the book]
"I'll see you in the next life, mother," the young boy said, his eyes swollen from crying for several days.

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Exiled from Udrad after the public stoning of his parents, Alanor Wynter swore on his parents' graves, to bring the lycan kingdom to its knees. So he became the rogue they despised and the devil they all feared. 

He was a monster, but they had created him, and he was bad. Alanor was the kind of evil that no dictionary even had a description for yet. 

He had vowed against Udrad's peace until he got his revenge, and no one would stop him, not even the mate the fates had forced on him. 

After all, he didn't believe in the fated mates.

Alanor believed in REVENGE.

Alanor, The Lycan King's Prisoner [BL]

"My father is dying, brother," Cass said and that was all it took for Alanor to cast a spell that removed all traces of the feast ever taking place there.

"What? No, he can't. He shouldn't, that's impossible," Alanor said as he got up and started pacing.

He hadn't thought that king Cassius would die or even be dying this soon. That wasn't how the story ended. That wasn't how things would have to turn out. This wasn't right. None of this was and Alanor couldn't help but feel like there was much that he needed to do.

"What do you mean he can't?" Cass asked like Alanor was aware of something he wasn't saying to them.

"Because the last time I saved him before I activated the vigilantes, he promised he'd let me heal him. Fuck I even made him a serum to take. If you say he's dying then he didn't take the man serum. We need to go to Acrod.

One of The Worst Kinds of Hurt